It was the day after valentine’s day, almost safe to go to a restaurant. A big bowl of combination wonton soup at good ole reliable “Red Jade” on Church and Market did the trick.
With a full tummy, I was ready for a trolling expedition in the Castro.
My first stop was the Midnight Sun’s “Fridays Are For Men”. Promoter Joshua J. Cook was bartending, and he was so kind to spring me my favorite, a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. He produces events at several San Francisco venues, and always has the sweetest, juiciest gogos.
I heard this hot new guy in town, Ethan, was dancing there.
My camera lens somehow ended up right in front of his crotch, so I decided to take advantage of the opportunity, but only since I knew you viewers would want to see this for yourselves…
Ethan has performed recently at #HOMO at Beatbox, and at the Mr. Powerhouse 2013 and Hookie Awards event. On all three occasions, he’s been an absolute gentleman, graciously indulging me with my camera, making it almost impossible to stop and turn away.
And then there was this other hottie, Gio! Very frisky, and he tells me he dances regularly at the Powerhouse and to come see him there too.
And if all that wasn’t enough, look who’s bartending. Dreamboat Michael Tempesta!
Service with a smile, a lick, and a beefcake shot.
One more gratuitous eyeful of Ethan before my trolling expedition moves on.
After taking an embarrassingly large number of photos of Ethan, I trolloped on up through the hood taking survey of the bars. As usual, Midnight Sun had a line out the door. Edge was about 3/4 full, and had two gogos, taking turns. Toad Hall looked almost full.
Around the corner, I spotted Chad Stewart dancing at Q-Bar, and decided to pay the small $3 cover. Dj Chris B was manning the booth, and the place was filling up quickly. In a half hour, it went from a third full to 3/4 full. This is his new weekly Friday event: “Pumped”.
The light was pretty dark, and my camera just would not cooperate. But I did trick out this one pic since Chad Stewart is someone I MUST share with you.
It was almost getting to be my bed time, so I trolled on up a few doors and scoped out 440 Castro. The place was packed, no line but half a dozen smokers hovering outside. I quizzed the door guy why his bar is packed when most the others aren’t? He said good drinks, cheap drinks, and the best bartenders.
Since they had no dancers, and my eyes were getting droopy, I called it a night turned ship back to port. No line at the Cafe, but a scruffy crop of ragamuffins lounging quietly at Officer Jane Warner Plaza.
The Lookout looked half full, the Cafe Flore was empty. Hi-Tops was packed and loud.
By this time the choo-choo came and whisked me the three blocks to my sprawling villa at the luxury Viking Hotel.
Stay tuned for more posts, but if you can’t wait, why not troll my amazing gallery of 184 more eyefuls of Ethan and the rest of my adventure: Castro Report 2-15-13.